Beta Of The Month (Creepy Halloween Edition)

A laudable goal of the regular BOTM feature at CH is to make the readers as excruciatingly uncomfortable as possible, so that they never make the same mistakes the dishonored betas of the month make.

I think this edition will have you peeking through fingers in horror.

BOTM Candidate #1 is Hugboy, a psychologically castrated beta male orbiter with a superhuman ability to withstand blue balls, who decided on a lark, along with his “best friend” and hug accomplice Amanda (the two of them weirdly share a very similar surname), to try and break the world record for longest hug.

Nerem said she and Norem held onto one another outside ISU’s library starting at 6 p.m. on Sept. 18 until 1 a.m. on Sept. 20. — a total of 31 hours.

That’s a 31 hour erection he sustained.

“We had to have both arms locked around one another and we had to be standing the whole time,” Nerem said. “We were not allowed to sleep and it had to be in a public place where people would be walking around being witnesses.”

There’s nothing quite as exhilarating as publicly demonstrating one’s commitment to the asexual friendzone like pressing flesh for 31 hours and having to think of baseball stats the whole time.

Nerem and Norem were allowed five-minute masturbation bathroom breaks every hour

His bathroom breaks probably broke the world record for consecutive jizzings in a single day. Her bathroom breaks were just massive releases of fart gas.

“I don’t know a lot of people who can hold onto someone for so long without getting sick of it,” Alex Norem said. “I think the whole experience brought us a lot closer…

The triumph of hope over experience. No doubt this harmless house pet fervently imagines that all the hugging will somehow magically transform, through the process of subcutaneous lust osmosis, his “best friend” into a lover.

“…it was such a positive experience for both of us. In your four years of college you want to do things that you’ll remember for the rest of your life and for her and I, this was perfect for that.”

I bet he’ll remember this for the rest of his life. *retrieves memory bank and reaches for Costco jar of mayo*

Nerem said she and Norem are in the process of sending evidence of their hug to Guinness for evaluation.

His spackled jeans.

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BOTM Candidate #2 is JohnnyTampon, an older man (who should know better) who ticks off just about every box on the self-abnegating beta male checklist. Here he is with his BFF announcing to the world his status as house eunuch to a single mom.

There isn’t a moment in this “clear the air” video when Ash isn’t publicly humiliating JohnnyTampon, even if her soulshivs are unintentional swipes. For example:

JT: “It was love at first sight.”

Ash: “We don’t always see things the same way.” *patronizing smile*

Or this:

JT: “but we are not lovers”

Ash: “NOPE” *vigorously and unequivocally shakes head*

At some point in their twisted unnatural relationship, Ash gets pregnant (probably by some sexy jerkboy) and, surprise!, joins the single mommery ranks. Anyhow, JohnnyTampon makes a vow. Grab your barf bag…

JT: “To help her raise a happy healthy child.”

mein gott.

Ash, of course, is a woman, which means she obeys the God of Biomechanics just like any woman in her position, and that ol’ trusted hindbrain standby — beta bux — asserts itself in her moment of single mom crisis.

Ash: “That’s what best friends do!”, she exclaimed with a little too much insistence.

No, Ash, that’s not what “best friends” do; that’s what cowardly, groveling, supplicating, self-doubting, sycophantic beta plushboys with no better options and a high speed porn connection do.

Ash: “This is my son Ahijah”

“Ahijah”. 😆 😆 😆

JT: “I am not his father”

A new twist on the Darth Vader theme.

JT then explains that he has a 32-year-old adopted daughter, and he invited Ashley the single mom leech to live in his home where he raised his daughter so that he could… what, exactly? Mope around the house with a permanent chubby while Ash flaunted her Khazar milkers in his betaboy loser face?

JT&Ash: “We are a family… of friends!”

There it is. The epitaph of America.

JT: “and ahijah will always be in my life”

Ash: “We are a package deal ❤️”

…she triumphantly crowed. And, oh, ahijah really loves johnny too, ash swears, (because she wouldn’t want johnny thinking he could skip out on his friendzoned fatherly duties one day if he ever sees the light and makes the mistake of acting in his own interest).

If you watch closely, you’ll notice that JohnnyTampon looks at Ash more than she looks at him, (for her part, she mostly looks at the camera… raging attention whore alert). I can’t decide if the most nauseating part of the video is the strained closing credits hug (all that’s missing are three pats on the back!), or the baby bouncing on dear old nonbiological dad’s lap while he tries to coax a high five out of it.

JohnnyTampon: LITERAL house eunuch.

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BOTM Candidate #3 is DownLowRobbie, a beta bordering on omega male who redefines for the feminist Millennial generation what it means for a purported man to date in one’s league.

Down syndrome model Madeline Stuart shares romantic snaps with her boyfriend after triumph at New York Fashion week – as she returns to the Australian catwalk.

“I love your waddle.”

Looking relaxed in a printed black-and-white dress, her signature red hair pulled in to a pony tail, a smiling Madeline leaned in for a kiss.

A clearly smitten Robbie, who just turned 20, pulled his model girlfriend in for a hug, before kissing her again on the cheek.

“his model girlfriend”

“model girlfriend”

“model”

Welcome to clown world.

We need a moment of levity. Can you spot the shitlord in this pic?

I don’t know if DownLowRobbie suffers from a mental disorder himself, but if you’re the type of man who honestly believes he can’t do better than an actual retard, then you ARE that type of man. ipso fuckno.

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BOTM Candidate #4 is GreenShirtGoof, doing his level best to protect his woman from rampaging dindus an uneven tan.

This photo wouldn’t be half bad if she was sucking his cock under that shirt. But no. He’s just a tool. How long was he standing there serving as her personal mobile canopy? I bet he “manned up” until his arms burned with the sweet, self-righteous pain of chivalrous virtue.

The voting:

CH Game Wisdom Confirmed: Never Apologize If You Want To Win Hearts And Gines

CH Poon Commandment VIII (first printed oct 2008):

VIII. Say you’re sorry only when absolutely necessary

Do not say you’re sorry for every wrong thing you do. It is a posture of submission that no man should reflexively adopt, no matter how alpha he is. Apologizing increases the demand for more apologies. She will come to expect your contrition, like a cat expects its meal at a set time each day. And then your value will lower in her eyes. Instead, if you have done something wrong, you should acknowledge your guilt in a glancing way without resorting to the actual words “I’m sorry.” Pull the Bill Clinton maneuver and say “Mistakes were made” or tell her you “feel bad” about what you did. You are granted two freebie “I’m sorry”s for the life of your relationship; use them wisely.

Recently, in the Washington Beta, an article was published confirming that the CH game advice to never apologize is effective at winning people to your cause.

Donald Trump never apologizes for his controversial remarks. Here’s why he shouldn’t.

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Research shows that a person who backs down in a dispute becomes less likable to observers, who may want to punish that individual.

Second, overconfidence, even to the point of breaking rules, causes people to view an individual more positively, as does social risk-taking. In particular, males who show social dominance are judged more attractively as potential mates. An individual who does not back down in the face of controversy shows confidence by not giving in to social pressure, and takes a risk by refusing to follow the conventional path. Some on the right openly suggest that part of Trump’s appeal lies in his refusal to apologize and his unwillingness to be “politically correct.”

“some on the right’. hey, throw a chateau proprietor a bone here!

Here is where my research comes in. […]

Respondents… read about the suggestion by then-Harvard President Larry Summers in 2005 that genetic factors help to explain the lack of high-performing female scientists and engineers at top universities. After reading the comments and hearing about the outcry, half the participants were told that Summers defended himself by saying he believed that “raising questions, discussing multiple factors that may explain a difficult problem, and seeking to understand how they interrelate is vitally important.” The rest learned that he had apologized and read a brief statement Summers made expressing regret for his comments and reflecting on the damage that they had caused. […]

The results for the Summers controversy were even more surprising. Of those who read about his apology, 64 percent said that he “definitely” or “probably” should have faced negative consequences for his statements about women. However, that number dropped to 56 percent when respondents were led to believe that Summers stood firm in his position. Moreover, the surprisingly negative effect of Summers’ apology was even larger among the groups that arguably should have appreciated the apology: women and liberals.

No one who is familiar with Le Chateau’s teachings should be surprised that women and liberals react the most positively to alpha male Realtalkers who don’t back down like sniveling plushphag manlets from their hurtful, triggering words.

CH has long been on record stating that liberals, women, and especially liberal women are secret submissives and CRAVE the guiding pimp hand of a strong, deliberate, unshakable, dominant alpha male to calm the storm of their feels whirlwinds. And now here’s ¡SCIENCE! to give its imprimatur — the same imprimatur that shitlibs adore more than life itself when it’s used to discredit biblical creationists — to one of the coldest, stoniest, Heartiste-iest ugly truths.

perchance, to *preen*.

White Pathological Altruism Is Real

There are those “by the book” types who argue that there’s no such thing as pathological altruism; that there’s only evolved altruistic impulses more or less suited to the current environment. In other words, what was once a useful trait can become a handicap in another age and another environment.

I disagree. If we accept that there are lots of human traits which are expressed along a spectrum of intensity in people, then there can be White people whose evolved altruistic impulse, notably toward outgroups, situates them at the far tails of the altruism bell curve, where pathologies reign supreme. This is no different than any psychological pathology that is an extreme manifestation of an otherwise normal and healthy human behavior.

Case in point: Anna Stubblefield, the shitlib whackjob college ethics professor who fell in love with a literal diaper-wearing black retard and insisted she could divine deep meaning from his grunts, eye twitches, and “chirps”.

‘‘I was raised to believe that I have the responsibility of tikkun olam, repairing the world,’’ Anna wrote in her 2005 book ‘‘Ethics Along the Color Line.’’

In ANY environment, at ANY time, this would be an example of the altruistic impulse turned pathological. It’s hard to envision an environment where this kind of insanity redounds to the person’s survival and reproductive benefit.

ps should i have put White in quotes in the post title? nah, too easy. and too limiting.

Will There Ever Be A “Come To The (White) Light” Moment In America?

Reader Mel Gibson (big fan, brah) digs through the sewage of SJW “journalism” to ruin your day.

Lol at this story – http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/10/19/racists-urge-boycott-of-star-wars-episode-vii-over-black-lead-and-most-of-them-love-trump.html – full of the typical “wow, just wow” “journalism” we expect these days, including tying The Donald into it.

The development to watch out for is any indication that the leftoid echo chamber, exemplified by cisterns like daily beast and buzzfeed, is getting smaller, more rhetorically outlandish, and more constricted in their allowable worldview. This will mean their marginal soft-liberal allies are leaving the echo chamber because they are starting to see the (White) light. (Or, more likely, they start to feel uncomfortable supporting shitlib media conglomerates that so blatantly lie and propagandize, even if they don’t fully embrace Shitlordism.)

While political ideology is party under genetic control, I believe a mischievous, sustained, and UNAPOLOGETIC alt-right/dissident campaign to speak power to truth will win over converts, especially from the politically disengaged and conflict-avoiding “independents”. If enough soft liberals can be peeled away from the DailyBuzzedFacebookedVoxedHivemind goodthought injection protocol, these megapoz delivery systems may well eventually fail into irrelevance. Here’s to hoping.

Obesity Is A Form Of Female Abandonment

A hefty part of the reason for the high divorce rate has to do with the female version of marital abandonment: obesity.

When a girlfriend or wife gets fat and, ERGO, unattractive to her boyfriend or husband, she has in effect CHECKED OUT of the relationship. (Much like a man who has taken up drink or stopped attending to his woman’s emotional needs has checked out of their relationship.)

The fatted distaff no longer places any value on pleasing her man, and it should surprise no one with integrity that men who have been abandoned by their partners in this way (through a total refutation of the legitimacy of their male-specific desires) react by withdrawing themselves, setting up a reinforcing feedback loop that dooms the relationship.

I bring this up because recently America, fuck yeah! (re)assumed the number one spot on the worldwide obesity charts. Some of this girth increase is the negative externality of the steezer invasion, but not all. White women are getting fatter, too.

Here’s a photo contrasting a typical US school lunch with a typical Finnish school lunch:

Yes, that is a monster chocolate chip cookie in the upper left of the USA lunch tray. And for those wondering, that unidentifiable factory meat constituting the main US course is fried chicken nuggets.

PS: Game can save relationships (and marriages) because it will give men the skills to seduce better (read: thinner) quality women, which will have benefits — both individual and societal — that accrue for years after the first heady tumble in the sack.

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Reader Benson adds,

The combination of the obesity epidemic and American women complaining about men’s “unrealistic expectations” really chaps me.

American women have it easier than anywhere in the world. Because there are so many fatsos, by just not being morbidly obese, an American woman can put herself in the top 50% of women looks-wise.

Being a healthy, optimal BMI puts her in the top 25%. And if she can manage to be 5 lbs under ideal weight, she is practically guaranteed to be the hottest woman in most rooms.

But even with bar set all the way down to “just don’t be fat”, American women can’t clear it.

Worse, they act like they are angry that they are expected to try.

Benson is right. According to the fundamental premise, men will, as a sex, have to put more work into attracting a mate than the work that women will have to do to attract a mate. (To their advantage, men have far more avenues to increase their SMV than do women, who simply have youth and beauty, and to a lesser extent femininity and faithfulness, to barter.)

Fatted distaffs who bitch about men’s expectations have no idea how little comparative effort they need to make to meet the expectations of the opposite sex. Yet another reason why feminist idiocy and fat apologia are corrosive to societal well-being.

Hot Tub Gine Machine

There’s a game skill for every situation. Benson explains how he navigated what could have been an awkward scene by assuming his prerogative as a man and LEADING his woman to a comfortable and relieved submission to his authority (and bats away her loaded shit test while he’s at it).

tl;dr: I avoided an awkward situation and had sex in a hot tub last night.

Last night I’m walking to the hot tub with a girl I’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks. As we get to the gate, I see two couples in the water. “Cool,” I say to myself, “I’ll introduce her to my neighbors, maybe offer them a beer.”

But we walk in and notice two things about them: they’re very young, probably still in high school, and they’re fooling around. So much for socializing.

We’re already there and I’m a little drunk besides; so there’s no way I’m walking back to my apartment, though my girl is visibly uncomfortable. I grab her by the hand and lead her into the hot tub, and we carry on drinking and hanging out like they’re not there.

Conveniently, one of their moms comes by a few minutes later and breaks up their party. Once they’re out of earshot my girl says, “Don’t get STDs, kids.”

Me: “They’re little sluts.”

Her: “Hey, we had sex on the first date. What does that mean about me?”

Me: “That you were overwhelmed by my sexiness.”

Her: And that you’re a slut.”

Me: It’s true, I’m a total manwhore.”

Then we banged. Later, as we walked back to my apartment, my girl grabs my hand and says, “Thanks for not letting me make that awkward.”

Also, this blog cures depression and everything that sucks about life.

Nicely done. The critical juncture in this snapshot of a love match in motion was the moment Benson faced down, and passed, his woman’s innocent-but-not-really query about what he thought of her decision to put out on the first date. The typical beta would’ve assured her he never meant she was a slut, or that she was easy, and let the record show he only has a high opinion of her faire maiden’s virtue.

Benson wisely chose another course of action, the Way of the Game-Savvy Alpha, and sidestepped her beta bait trap by ASSUMING THE SALE.

“that you were overwhelmed by my sexiness”

The woman’s departed confession — “thanks for not letting me make that awkward” — is a surprisingly candid self-assessment that, translated through the super-sassy CH-decoder instrument of salacity, really means “thanks for being a dominant force calming the chaos of my emotionally charred female id-scape”.

Sentient adds:

The beta bait… A&A!!! Her reframe… A&A!!! The stronger frame wins!!!and seriously, think about how fraught with peril this kind of ‘feelings” conversations is for the non game aware… “no baby you are not a slut… You’re special…. blah blah blah” – death. and think about how much her “sluttery” was preying on her mind, ex post facto – and how your good feelz beat bad feelz. Good feelz for the win!

Betas love the idea of “feelings” conversations because betas are romantic idealists at heart and have no understanding of the true nature of women. Betas tend to project what they themselves want to hear from women — a steady stream of sappy feelings and vows of love for the beta — onto women as something they believe women wish to hear from men, and so it is that betas fool themselves into sounding precipitously similar to women when all the women want is for the beta to act more like a cocksure, self-entitled, sexily aloof, charming, ZFG alpha man.

The Ghost Of America Future

Reader Sig Sawyer wonders about the coming Diversitopia and how it will change everything we (used to) love about America.

When whites become a minority, not even in the free world at large but simply in higher education, does anyone doubt that European cultural history will be lost?

Do you think Plato will still be taught in schools in 2065? Shakespeare? Or do you have any doubt at all that Shaniqua de’Ungabunga, head of the Grievance Department, will institute classes studying the great canon of Nicki Minaj, Beyonce, and Kim Kardashian? Sound ridiculous? Those classes already exist. The coming Dark Ages (heh) are the best case scenario. I leave it up to you to imagine the worst that’ll happen when white demographic share ticks down to 49%.

If you want a vision of the future in an America where Whites are a set-upon minority, this video seems awfully prescient. Note the passivity of the White onlookers.

“It’s oooooovaaaahhhhhh.”

Ain’t that the truth.